you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
Finn is dead to the world, having finally received the thing he needs most - rest and quiet, in a place that isn’t out to get him. His breathing is deep and heavy, even as Tobi gets off the bed and starts to move around the loft, and he lets out a gentle murmur in response to the sound of her voice. In his head they’re having an imaginary conversation, the Spyglass telling her all about the demigods he’s met in greater detail, about the hidden trinkets in his apartment, about the constellations he can see.
At the touch of something against his shoulder he shivers, but luckily does not turn into it and risk impaling himself, though the floorboards to groan uncertainly under the weight of a unicorn. Mumbling into the pillow, Finn pulls the blankets a bit further over himself, but otherwise leaves Tobi to her devices - whatever they might be.
At the touch of something against his shoulder he shivers, but luckily does not turn into it and risk impaling himself, though the floorboards to groan uncertainly under the weight of a unicorn. Mumbling into the pillow, Finn pulls the blankets a bit further over himself, but otherwise leaves Tobi to her devices - whatever they might be.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
